"The guarantor for the Kane Martial Arts Hall's certification is my junior sister..."
Aurora Sinclair flicked a finger. As if lifted by an unseen force, Derek Vance's body shot into the air and, to everyone's astonishment, slammed violently into the ceiling.
Everyone in the room, except for Alvin Morgan, froze as if time had stopped. Their mouths hung open in shock, their eyes slowly filling with terror.
'What... what kind of technique... was that?'
A chill ran down their spines.
The room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
"Still not going to tell the truth?"
Aurora Sinclair's voice rang out again.
But Derek Vance remained defiant. "I... don't... know..."
Aurora Sinclair's gaze turned icy. "Is that so? Ditto Miles, contact Kyle Kane."
"Yes, Master."
Everyone's eyes immediately shot to the suitcase by the sofa. That voice sounded familiar.
Arthur Lockwood looked at Alvin Morgan, suddenly fighting the urge to laugh.
